I admit, reading your hot roommates diary isn't the most ethical thing to do. But after doing it once when she needed to rush and left it on the living room table, I just couldn't stop doing it. Not only was she a very good writer but the stuff she wrote sometimes read like pure porn. More then once when I found myself horny and home alone I went to her room to grab her diary and jerk off reading up on what she was thinking. I wasn't surprised to read about myself in there, but I do was a bit disappointed that it was never in a sexual content.
It was that time again when I felt horny, she would be at work for another couple of hours and it was about three weeks ago since I last read it. My guess was that I would find plenty of material in her diary for a good jerk. I went over to her room and opened up her lingerie drawer where I knew she kept it. Carefully I took out her thongs and placed them aside as to hide my presence before picking up her beloved diary. I walked over to the living room sofa and before I sad down I could feel my cock was already getting hard in anticipation. I made myself comfortable and carefully opened up the book and searched for the last entry where I had left off.
*"What a fucking day! Damn, I'm so glad it's Friday night and we're going dancing. It'll be fun. We always have a blast at this place, even if I don't dance too well. Maybe I should take lessons, you know? Anyway, tonight I need to get drunk off my ass. I just hope that I don't do anything stupid when drunk. Last night me and my roommate stayed at our appartement and had too much wine. If he had shoved his cock up my mouth then and their, I would have sucked it like a good little slut."*
I stopped reading for a moment. This was the first time she mentioned me in a way like that, what the fuck, I remembered that day and yes she was drunk. I cursed to myself that I didn't pick up any signs that night, because yes, if I had known I would have fucked her. She was beyond hot and funny, apparently I had a change to fuck her a couple of weeks ago. I continued reading.
*"It's now the middle of the night and I just woke up soaking wet. I had a dream where my roommate just claimed me as his personal fuckmeat. I was defenseless as he had his way with me. He used me, he abused me, he hurt me and he fucked me. I woke up soaking wet, it was such a turn-on, I need to play with myself now. I'm too horny.... I just did something awful. I went over to his room, I know he usually sleeps naked. I'm afraid to admit it but I carefully pulled his covers back and watched his naked body while I played with myself, there in his room. I'm so glad he didn't wake up. It would have been too embarrassing, but I just couldn't help myself. This dream was too intense, I couldn't help myself"*
I couldn't believe what I was reading. She had been standing in my room masturbating over my naked body while she fantasized about me abusing her. The image lingered in my mind as I blew my load. I quickly cleaned up after myself and put the diary carefully back into its place. The mental image however kept on lingering in my mind. That night I jerked off again over a mental image of me abusing her. Days passed on and I was getting crazier by the day. I found myself checking out her body a lot more than usual. I needed to read more. When she finally did leave the apartment for work again I went for her diary and read like crazy. Her mentions of fantasizing about being abused became more frequent and more vivid. I caught myself with my hands in my pants again massaging my own cock. I read how she had been in my room two more times to masturbate, once even choking herself. I read through it at an incredible speed, not savoring it like I usually did. It didn't take me long before reaching the final entry of last night. It had a post-it note pasted into it.
*"Message for my roommate: For months now I've been going crazy because I suspect you to read my diary when I'm out for work. I always told myself I was wrong, until a couple of days ago when I found some marks of what looked like semen on this book. So this is a message for you. If you are reading my diary then you know what I have done in the last weeks. Do with that information what you will. PS: Tomorrow will be the first day that I will go to work again after the long weekend. I suspect you will be reading this since you have been staring at my body for the last couple of days. When I get home, I will go to bed early and take a sleeping pill. That means that I will be totally oblivious of anything that will happen during that night...."*
I sat at the kitchen table in shock. Was this an open invitation from her to me to abuse her any way I wanted? To have my way with her without any consequences? But also fuck, she had caught me with my hand in the cookie jar, well, she actually knew I was going through her lingerie and reading her most private thoughts and masturbating on them. How could I have been so careless as to leave my cum on her diary? I beat myself up for a moment until I realized that without that incident, there would not have been a post-it note addressed to me today. I mauled it over a couple of times in my head. Could I? Should I? It seemed obvious that she wanted me too, or was is misreading this?
Later that evening she came home, and I tried my best to avoid eye contact with her. After mauling it over for several hours, I was still reeling from what I had read. She dropped off her bag and went straight to her room. From the kitchen, I could hear her opening her lingerie drawer. Fuck, she was checking whether or not I read the note. Minutes later she emerged back from her room. Wearing a sleeping dress. I had never seen it before but it was really revealing. I was busted again, she was inviting me. I tried my best to keep the conversation light and as normal as possible as we ate supper together. When our meal was finished she went to the bathroom and came back with a box of pills. Looking right at me she took one of the pills and left the box on the table before calling it a night and going to her room. I checked the box of pills just to be sure. It were potent sleeping pills alright.
About an hour later I was sitting on the sofa, still contemplating what to do. In the silence of the evening, I heard her snores coming from her bedroom. My cock stiffened at the thought of her sleeping soundly in that sexy sleepwear. I carefully made my way over to her room, just to have a look I told myself. I saw her laying on the bed on top of the covers, all naked. She looked so beautiful lying there. I crept closer to the edge of the bed and watched her sleeping. She was breathing deeply, completely unaware of my presence in her room. My limits melted as snow in the sun when I gazed over her body. Her tits were perky as ever, the lines of her body flowing like an artwork made by a very talented sculptor. Her pussy... It was even more mesmerizing than I could have imagined it. I double-checked to see if she was still sound asleep before I dared to put on a small light just to have a better view. When I turned on a small reading light in her room I noticed two things. On her nightstand was an old Polaroid camera sitting with a note attached to it. "For momento's" And on her body, just above her pussy she had used lipstick to write a message on herself. "Insert here" with an arrow pointed down.
My decision was made, I would fuck her. I let my hands go all over her body, her breasts felt amazing to touch. I licked on her nipples and felt them slowly get hard in my mouth. I explored every inch of her body until my tongue found its way between her legs. Her pussy tasted like strawberries to me and I couldn't help myself but lick it to my heart's content. After I was done with that I checked again if she was sleeping. I took the Polaroid and quickly snapped a couple of pictures of her naked body before undressing myself. I pulled her over to one side of the bed and lifted her legs up. The tip of my hard cock rubbing the length of her pussy. It felt amazing to enter her. Slowly penetrating her. Deep inside of her, I stopped for a moment to appreciate the feeling and the moment, then I fucked her as hard as I could, no holding back. Her cunt felt amazing and I enjoyed playing with her tits as they bounced up and down from my thrusting.
When I could no longer contain myself I blew my load all over her face. With her face dripping with my cum and her cunt all ravaged up by my dick I snapped a few more pictures with the Polaroid camera. I took a towel and cleaned her up again. Sitting on the bed next to my abused fuckdoll of a roommate I selected the most depraved picture I could find and inserted it into her diary where I left off reading. I carefully closed up her diary and locked it away in her drawer. Before going to my own room to fall into a blissful sleep.
When I woke up the following morning my roommate was already in the kitchen. She was dressed only in a thong and a T-shirt. I knew she must have seen the picture I left in her diary by now, it was probably the first thing she had checked when waking up. I decided to pretend as if nothing has happened and joined her in the kitchen for a cup of coffee. She also did her best to act as casually as she could although she made a sport out of repeating how well she had slept that night. We both emptied our coffees when she dropped a spoon she was holding. It was obvious that it had been intentional, just so she could bend over for me. I eyed her carefully as she bend over for me, giving me a good view of her ass and her thong. The image of her pussy last night went through my head again. When she reached for the ground to pickup the spoon her T-shirt creeped up a little bit, revealing a lipstick message on her lower back. "Insert here" with a picture pointing to her ass. She eyeballed me just to make sure that I had seen it. What was happening? Was she really doing this? I felt my dick get hard again. So I pushed her against the kitchen counter. Claiming her as my fuckdoll, just like she wanted.